Month: June 2018

“Drunk Pipal

Come on, come on, watch me dance in life! Who, who, bring me into the stage of life! Teach me, take me —- one forward, one backward, and another 300 degrees rotation. How wonderful and resounding my life is! I want to lie quietly in your arms, sleep for a long time, my dream, I am wonderful! I always think that the beauty of dance music is eternal! No, no, no, the tango of life also has the tango when drunk! Hold your chest high, hold your head high, and be drunk. A person’s tango jumps the stage of life to the end. Beat the beat, count the steps of your March, how many spring and autumn you skip. How much passion did you have. You won’t fall down. Your life is still continuing. The sound of breath just represents the dance of tango just ended! Release your soul and inspire your life. Don’t stop your drunken dance. The dance music of tango rings again! Rotate, rotate, rotate again, the wind takes away your sad drunkenness, tonight, you cried, you also laughed! There is no real world, only the excellence of the stage, falling down, climbing up, and coming again. You have no choice, you have no retreat, the audience are watching you, watching you! Your relatives, your friends, your lover, jump down, and the strong drunkenness sets off the seductive dance steps, how can life not be wonderful! Let it go, let it go crazy, how beautiful and carefree the Haiyan in the storm is, no matter how dancing the tango of life is! Late at night, I just woke up when I was drunk. I understood the meaning of life. A new life tango just started! Let go of sorrow, let go of everything, not for myself, just for my lovely daughter, I must finish this tango dance. Jump, jump, jump as much as you like, tomorrow will be better, and my stage will be wider! My head is a little painful, it is the numbness of alcohol, tonight, my heart is very calm, I want to find the direction, find the direction of life! I won’t drink. I can’t dance either, but on this stage of life, I have learned drunk Tango! Necessary, serious, calm, one step, two steps, three steps, turn around, the scenery of life is different. I lit a cigarette and indulged myself in the tango dance music. Deep thinking made my heart calm and excited! A good tango of life, after feeling sad, is to forge ahead, is decadent, I know how to choose! Gently with the beat, in the late night of dawn, I am not afraid of loneliness, I am afraid of sinking! You see, you see, how quiet the night is, how wonderful and cozy a person’s tango is! The Tango destined to be drunk must be the tango of my life! Continue, continue, don’t stop, stop, my life is meaningless…

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What magic clouds

I once appreciated a sentence: the colors in the world are not only white and black, but also there is a long gray zone between black and white. As for emotion, everything that has happened exists and everything that has existed has value. Every period, every minute and every second in the world are worth cherishing. Therefore, people should not be too extreme and indignant. How can they say that they forget and forget, and that they deliberately forget to make themselves happy can they be truly happy? The past years like this will last for a long time, and I have been looking for reasons for myself to be happy deliberately. However, the memories that I used to be intoxicated in the years and the sadness when I was ignorant have gone away with the wind, leave me endless true meaning. Ancient Poetry Cloud: Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. As we all know, what is love in the world? Only teach people life and death. And I once heard a friend say: if I have West Lake on the side, there is no West Lake in the world. I really don’t know why those dull self-made people questioned: on the emotional Road, did I get on the wrong bus or did you get off the wrong station? The reason why I was sensitive, or once upon a time, I was also so hard to be relieved. However, when the cold came and the summer went, the years were long. Now, it is fortunate that I have been calm. In order to forget the memorial, this poem is left: time is easy to pass, love is also difficult, drunk eyes are obsessed with Huang Luan, in the dream vaguely see tears, wake up and dry up the front edge. Thousands of worlds, all living beings, wandering, leaving and leaving like clouds. Floating Clouds leave your mind, the sunset is in love with the sky, the wandering children return to tears, and wake up the stars and dust in a dream.

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sane lv

[Introduction] then I decided to search for the exact definition on the Internet, and then search for it on the Internet. Only then did I know that the original name of this kind of flowers and plants was really clover and Clover.

I haven’t read the review footprints like this for a long time. I opened the same page tonight, looked at the same text, listened to the same chord, but had different memories, what kind of mood is it and what kind of footprints are it, making the nostalgia of this period of time pass by in a hurry. Listening to the same song and looking at the same words, they have different moods. Things are different from people, everything goes well, is it true that everything goes well? No, not necessarily. Life has a long way to go, and there are many things to face in life, which are not all satisfying. For example, work, life, study and so on will not be as what people think, wish and do, and they can do everything as they wish. The world is so big that it is difficult for everyone to be round. The sky is bright and beautiful, there is also haze, the moon is round and short, things are difficult to follow. I don’t know when or where it is. But looking at the grass on the roadside, it was already slightly greenish. However, there is a kind of grass that has been given a beautiful alias, and its name is three-leaf green. I don’t know what kind of posture such a kind of grass is growing wantonly, and what kind of living mode is showing green, but I know that this kind of grass has a feeling of growing and resting with me. No matter whether TA is three-leaf green or may Green, as long as TA is a grass green that is not eye-catching, and the approachable people are gentle without seniority, so this kind of grass is the reverence that I do and the glad reverence that I believe. Therefore, every time I read Fu’s farewell on the grassland, I would walk to the green grass in the nature and roll around to get close to her. Once in a while, I would also take a small stool and sit diagonally with my head up to my side to talk with the grass, or talk a few words freely. The grass is simple, but TA reveals nobility in firm toughness. TA’s souls are ordinary and ordinary, but it also reveals the purity in the ordinary ordinary, and depicts their own footprints on their own territory, expressing their own life episodes. Truth, goodness, beauty, ugliness and evil are the overflowing topics that can never be discussed, and all of them are in this moment, and they are still vivid happily. Spring is coming, which is the embodiment of Grass’s green life. Summer is coming, and the grass is green. Autumn is coming, which is the breeding process of Grass’s life metabolism. Winter is coming, and it is the end of grass breeding. I can’t remember when and where it was. I only know that in the muddled consciousness, I unconsciously found such a kind of grass, which is a purple flute flower with green leaves, however, I don’t know the name of this flower. I just remember that in an accidental encounter, I heard the name of such a kind of grass. People all give praise TA the name of three-leaf green, clover is a kind of grass with three leaves and emerald green. I feel a little vague memory about the Green name of the grass, but I can’t fathom the aftertaste without authorization, remembering the growing temperament and the harsh geographical environment or crashing, I dare not make a conclusive demonstration of this, but in order to give myself a satisfactory standard of explanation. Then I decided to search for the exact definition on the Internet, and then search for it on the Internet. Only then did I know that the original name of this kind of flowers and plants was really clover and Clover. Every time when you are idle, decadent and depressed, you will check the flower diameter and veins of TA on the Internet, as well as the purple stamens of TA. At this time, I would occasionally sigh and feel the details and patience of TA. It seems that this flower can also produce three pieces of green and one piece of green and give birth to purple stamens. Why, why does the internet define TA as Clover and clover green? I frowned for it, and my heart was wondering. Maybe it was because of the strength of TA, the fear of wind and rain and the destruction of cold and hot heat, or even because of TA’s persistent spirit and motivation of its characteristics, it inspires people on the way to look back frequently, but for a long time. Maybe it is only because of such spirit and motivation that we can experience and understand the true and inner meaning of Rainbow more effectively after wind and rain.

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My confession

Therefore, I remembered a pen name, which might represent my well-known literary world that day. Although it can not be as famous as the literary masters, at least it can be a little famous in the prose circle. Thinking of this, an inexplicable impulse and pride surged in my heart. It was strange to say that the good real name didn’t need to be used, so we had to rack our brains to get a pen name of the Ancient Eight monsters. Even if it was famous, it could only be famous. People around us were kept in the dark one by one, all the glory can’t be shared with it. What’s the use of such fame? Are all the writers crazy? Now I understand that the pen name can at least play a role of self-protection, dare to tell the truth and speak bluntly. Let those shapers get a stick, and they still don’t know who did it for half a year. Or, pseudonym is the embodiment of the author, which can reflect the author’s growth experience and mental journey, reflect the author’s character and mentality, and show the style and characteristics of the author’s article. In this way, a pen name should not be hasty, but be cautious. In order to give a satisfied pen name, I searched the dictionary, read the dictionary, read the web page, and tried everything I could to find the appropriate name, I was worried about this and got into deep pain. As a result, I often went wrong when I was not focused on my work. I was distracted when I was in a meeting and didn’t know what the leader said at last, I can’t sleep, but turn around to disturb my wife. To be honest, it was never so difficult to name a child. It seems that it is really not easy to build a pen name with both meaning and depth. I used to use foreign dogs to describe my humble life of being bullied in other places; Or I used lonely old cattle to summarize my hard-working and ups and downs in the workplace; I also wanted to use the grass’s sharp corners to represent my aggressive character of sharp edge, perseverance and never yielding to defeat. However, if you think about it carefully, although these pen names have meanings, they also have a timid side. What if people understand them? Who will sympathize with your dog, who will pity your old cow, and who will fear your sharp horn? I finally chose Yang Tianxiao. This pen name does not need people who understand it to sympathize and be pitiful, nor will it arouse people’s fear, just feel a little interesting. Yang Tianxiao is the homophone of Yang Tianxiao and the meaning of Yang Tianxiao. It not only retains my yang symbol, but also reflects my true character. The extended meaning is to look up to the sky and laugh at the absurd world, and turn your head to be empty for success or failure. It is just like standing in the cloud, looking at the complicated world and laughing at the world. There is a little funny in laughter, a little vulgar in humor, and a little free and easy in vulgarity. It seems to be mixed with such a pike cynicism in free and easy. This pen name resonated with me once I got online. A pen pal once gave a deep interpretation of this with a long smile of looking up to the sky and an undeserved reputation. In my opinion, it would be more appropriate, more poetic and more perfect if we make up for the coldness of the world and turn to success or failure. I once read two sentences: life is full of vicissitudes of life, and when the years are long and quiet, I feel the sorrow of life. What a sad life it was. It was simply a high summary of my life. After reading it, I couldn’t let go for a long time. My unhappy childhood, broken family and broken dreams constitute my rough life and destiny of wearing more clothes. I once wanted to forget the past, but I couldn’t forget it. I wanted time to dilute my memory and heal my wound that had been dried by the years, but I often felt painful. The misfortunes and sufferings in the past were just like a pair of heavy shackles, which could not be removed without being forgotten. Since I got the pen name of Yang Tianxiao, I seemed to find a panacea, which not only cured my pain, but also straightened my heart and made me realize the true meaning of life. Laughing up to the sky is to walk out of the world of mortals and watch life, enter a world of selflessness and fearlessness, or watch coldly as an audience; Or act as a referee, judge right or wrong; Or learn to be a modern celebrity, which is humorous and funny. There are too many misfortunes in life, we should learn to face them calmly; There are too many love and hate in life, we should learn to be free; There are too many gains and losses in life, we should learn to be indifferent; There are too many concerns in life, we must learn to let go. This is the highest state of life. There is no need to argue about the injustice in the world, and there is no need to complain about the injustice. With two sleeves flick, behind his fork, he turned around and smiled to the sky, walking around. Maybe this will bring an unexpected harvest: health and longevity.

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I feel sad after autumn

The wind is touching the sadness. Exile the deep concern under this month, and use the sad melody to interpret the last piece of memory of autumn into a heart of love. Inscription leaves make you worry, autumn wind dreams. I am disappointed in the Peach path, and I am crazy when I am drunk. I am alone in the quiet night, waiting for the beautiful appointment, singing the eternal songs together. I think missing may be the most real fate. Through the old world of mortals alone in the light ink and fragrant fragrance, slowly open those pain and pity from day to day, and a trace of soft sadness quietly hit the condensed long poem short sentences. Dark Light years passing? The thoughts lifted by coolness are still spreading, with a touch of light coolness, touching the faint quiet night of early autumn. Sitting by the computer alone, he gently fiddled with his worries and put his infinite thoughts in the breeze and bright moon. Let Thousands of thoughts fly with the wind in this quiet night. The vast world, how many encounters, how easy is it to know each other and stay together? Whether the accidental encounter in this life is the waiting for each other for thousands of years. The sea is changing, the world of mortals is rolling, wandering in the lonely world of mortals, tears wet the memory. In fact, people always face a lot of reunion and separation in their whole life. Wandering in the years of reincarnation, missing is ethereal in the deep white clouds, writing helpless. Looking at me alone silently, letting the lovesickness rise, the Moonlight is still like this, sighing lightly that life is like a dream, but I just wish to meet in that dream as always. I waited for the promise of beauty and beauty with the last drop of tears of missing. At this time, the beautiful memories of the reincarnation of time all turn into lyrics and music, and turn into helpless dreams. Thanks for the enthusiasm of summer, which caused the coldness of early autumn. In the vast night, cover a sleeve of vicissitudes, and see through the autumn frost. Purple strange smoke, maybe life only need to have a dream-like story. A mountain stream of past, destined to forever into pities long. Gently fondle the flying notes of missing, drunk into a period of fragrant years to remember for a long time. Through the fluorescent light outside the window, I quietly crumpled my missing into a clear fragrance of heart. Maybe it is better to recall each other for a long time than to depend on each other. Looking at the Starlight and looking at each other with deep feelings in the night, I am happy. Maybe just for the moment of meeting, I will be willing to miss forever, wait forever, and never regret the true love once.

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Dripping sunshine — black and white story

In this way, in this way, my story, the story with colors, is like a hidden QQ avatar, hidden into psychedelic black and white tone, but, however, it, I couldn’t understand what I was thinking before I got off the line. Maybe there was a blank in my mind at that time, maybe it passed away because there were too many things, and the white trace flashed in chaos and quickly, interlaced, forming a blank. Suddenly I remembered a word and wrote it down in this way. There was no purpose at all. The reason could only be that I thought of it, maybe it was the so-called inspiration. I didn’t know when it started, so I began to tell myself all kinds of lies and tried to make myself believe its authenticity. Just like reading novels, making up all kinds of stories in your mind. If you are incomplete and complete, you will be happy. Most of the time, even I am confused about what are true and what are false, but there is a voice in my heart: these are true, but the owner of the story is not you. I once read in a magazine about the exploration of natural mysteries that just like the electromagnetic existence field, there is also a field in human memory, which will float in time and space. When people happen to meet that scene in another space and resonate with it, they will have a familiar feeling about that thing. For unknown reasons, I always speculate with extremely naive imagination, just like another self, pulling away from my body and passing through into black, black and white stories one by one, wonderful, boring, happy, sad, like in a dream, there is no special color, as if it is the color of growing up, and it is silent, but the people in the story are in various shapes, smiling. I am really a child who doesn’t like to talk. It’s really hard to speak, isn’t it? My story is so difficult to be complete and always in the middle and upper position, which will never stagnate. I am curious about those who brew thoughts into words. People who live in words are a kind of mystery to me. They use their own exquisiteness to pull out the clothes of weaving stories, compile the most beautiful stories with silent language, concentrate and love them, the most sincere heart! The most abundant language in silence, without stammer and ceaseless chapters, also carries some dreamy, real or false feelings, such as people immersed in words. Pick up a book casually, love while walking, by Cai Miao. Those different life journeys became the yearning in my heart. In Hangzhou, bustling Shanghai, tropical Hainan and mysterious Tibet, they calmed down in my mind, with graceful singing and noisy traffic, no matter how deep the chanting was, it was quiet. Only thousands of different images flashed through my mind one by one. Like the fast-paced Flash, it was the beauty of suffocation as quiet as the reality was removed from the sound. There, the bright and dark chandelier swinging on the drunken Shanghai bar, the lonely and painful shadow shaking around the ground with the shaking of lights, the narrow grocery store at the corner of the street, one or two confused faces emerged from the crowded streets, and the neglected and broken temples in Lhasa became unique scenes with strong emotional colors under such circumstances, it seems that there are countless unknown stories accumulated here. The Souls of Black and White stories in some corner of those places are taken by sensitive cameras and stored in the memory of time, there are still waiting, waiting sadly. I don’t listen to music when my ears are tired, I am people who are extremely picky about music judge its audibility completely by feeling. I found that many sad musical symbols were more likely to catch my hard-to-serve hearing, I am to say those unfalse sadness. Sadness often comes from a story. There is always a balance between sadness and the beauty of the past! A Bing’s “Two Springs reflecting the Moon” all said that it was very peaceful, very gentle moonlight, sparkling and fluctuating gentle and quiet level, quiet and peaceful state of mind, beautiful and quiet. Maybe I think too much, but I think maybe it is not easy to make mistakes? ai mo da yu xin si. I have heard such words: After the great sadness, there is a dead peace. The artistic conception it expresses is too peaceful. There should be a sad and beautiful story which is at least unforgettable with him in the moon of a Bing? A lot of low decibel sounds are hidden in tiny places and in a feeling. There is another beauty in the beauty of his music. Is what? I can’t guess at will, nor can I fabricate a realistic story belonging to him. I can only speak with feelings: Listen to “Two Springs Reflect the Moon”, listen to it, and have the urge to cry. For myself, I no longer like to describe it with colorful colors, but changed it into black and white. The blending of black and white colors is the most abundant and easier to express, I think. Many colors that cannot be figured out are easy to leak with specific colors, but it is suitable to adjust black and white to fit, which does not affect vision. Illusion? No! The result is often no result. A ridiculous sentence, isn’t it? But the reality is like this. Because there is no result, it becomes an attractive story. Sad and sad are all beautiful. But if there is result, it will no longer be a story, but life. The impossible thing is just a sigh. There is no need to delve into anything. It is hard to say something meaningless. Maybe we can only create our own scenery or our own “two springs reflecting the moon” to sigh. In this way, in this way, the story with colors, just like the QQ avatar with hidden body, has been hidden into psychedelic black and white tones. However, it has not been offline.

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Forgotten fleeting

The deep night reflected my deep nostalgia. The cold light outside the window, the withered yellow, with the rippling of the night wind, fell weakly on the branches. This coolness, all the prosperity in my dream was bleak. Time passed away, and unconsciously, it was a freeze-frame of a circle of annual rings, muddling away. Life took a step forward in this way. Taking stock of the past years, I said goodbye to my youth, abandoned the past frivolous, and gradually became a mature man full of sorrow. I have been imagining that one day I can stay away from the noise of this world, find a paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers, and live a life of watching the boundless clouds and rivers and watching the autumn moon in the flat lake at night. I have been longing for that on this long road of life, I can keep those footsteps and people who are far away. However, all this is just my own delusion, the whispers of an idiot after drinking. How can I keep the footsteps of the journey; How can I keep the people who have gone away, just like my youth who have gone away, the past years are no longer there, what is left is only the gentle memories at the beginning. Perhaps, every period of life is like this ending. No matter how brilliant the process is, the end will not escape the deserted end. The ending is already doomed, leaving the lonely dance alone. Knowing that the wind, flowers, snow and moon are changeable, I can’t forget with smile. So I buried the snow with the lonely words, writing the tenderness that I even didn’t understand, with the dark fragrance, floating the traces left by the wounds that had not been seen in my previous life. Knowing that loneliness is addictive, I can’t quit strongly. Therefore, loneliness became more and more rampant, dividing up memories severely, tearing up masks pretending to be careless, peeling off the deepest emotions and scattering them all over the floor. How much they lost and picked up, how much pain did it hurt? It is said that words are elves in the dark night, dancing the love, hate and sorrow in the world. I am a person who is easy to forget, but I am afraid that I will forget some precious memories, so I can only use words to describe, to freeze a moment in the past or in the future, let the time pass, the time will never come back, I still remember, treasure! For a long time, I always like to look back at the traces of the past, whether mine or others, familiar or unfamiliar, I will recall the past one by one, as if this is the most beautiful enjoyment in the world. Sometimes, I can be delighted to find a netizen who has known each other for a long time. When I chat with each other and greet each other, I will feel very comfortable, I don’t know what kind of feeling this is, whether I don’t give up or miss it, even I can’t tell clearly. Lonely Phoenix Tree, deep courtyard, a dry well, the only decoration in the whole world, a person sighs at the deep well, tasting his empty heart, maybe it is time to dilute his attachment to you, however, after being lonely and addicted to it, the words can not fall into the past, engraved in the heart one by one. Loneliness addiction may be the sorrow of many people who fall in love with words, but it is hard to faint the deepest pain without lonely words! The rustling night breeze gently blew through my thin figure. The thorough chill cut off my wandering thoughts. Looking privately, I found that I had been standing for a long time in this cold night, there was no choice but to leave the flowers and the people. There was only a blank sigh left, raising numb legs, stepping on the ground, yellow and cold, heading towards the unknown distance. Time flies like water, and time is wasted. In this way, I unconsciously forget a lot. It seems that those familiar faces once went further and further in the wind of time, there are only some traces of memory left, which are scattered to the mottled ground, and we can no longer find the prosperity of yesterday. In the vast sea of people, it may be so easy to meet, know each other, leave and forget each other. No matter how time it goes back, how thick the memory is, finally, several people can escape the water-like fleeting time. Tonight, the cold wind seems to know that it will say goodbye to something. The hissing wind blows extremely melancholy, feeling the sadness brought by the gust of wind, looking up at the distance, in a trance, I seemed to see my young figure and hear my young ambition, but it was a pity that time was like running water. This scene seemed to be a dream but not a dream, but it came to the closing moment in a flash, no matter how reluctant my heart is or how firm my hands are, when the prosperity is gone, the rest is only endless desolation. The fleeting time of sorrow, the prosperity of yesterday scattered into the sadness of the ground, the years are no longer, I am still me.

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Time, in autumn

[Introduction] The branches are growing towards the sun, higher than my sight, and keep out the warmth. There is no cold smell and no temperature. The tall buildings not far away are still in the shadow. Without it, there would be an endless sky in front of me, and it blocked my sight. However, I felt that there was still a level of practical significance in distance. In the early morning. It faded away from the hot and dry weather, with a hint of cold wind, and accidentally crossed the cross alley. The beginning of a season receded the childlike innocence and gentleness, a kind of mature thought spreading among mountains and fields, and the city was experiencing the transition and integration of reincarnation. The sun rises as usual. Between cities and villages, it always looks at everything as a wise man, growing and gasping. It does not give much to or hostile to anyone, and favors one thing to another. Wise men always stand in the center of the scale and are impartial. Nature is in silence, laughing at the sadness and happiness of its people, the harmony in collision, or the death of head bleeding, or the survival of disability. The sun shines on the same creatures, including me and you. We are the people of the Sun and the children of nature. But we ignore the existence of nature. In the morning, there was an aggressive country charm, which came from that there was no joy at night, and I cried with the daytime in melancholy. A little cold, slowly wandering in the warm light. There is no trace of cloud in the sky, just like the bed that has just been arranged at night, and there is no trace of clean folds that have ever been there. Only the sunshine drags the undiminished heat, trekking long distances and running through it. Without its persistence, we can imagine how the world would be immersed in the boundless darkness. Nature always divides the world into two, with sunshine shining and shadow appearing together. It divides the city into different levels in the slowly raised head. I felt the crowded corner of the countryside in a strange place, and the city had the original village before the light really fell down on the city. Strange and I am the constant voice, can’t stop. The Bush I was facing had begun to fall down. Two birds whispered softly on the bare branches, playing while peeping. In summer, hiding in the bushes, disappeared in the thin and cool morning. No matter it is graceful, plump, thin or magnificent, they all appreciate the forthcoming rumor in the morning light of autumn. The North Wind will retreat all the green clothes, while human beings will drive away the cold air on the opposite channel. In the sunshine, the slowly rising light wave, when there is no man spreading, tastes the birds and flowers in the countryside, which makes it awkward and primitive. The voice is still excited and hard to block. My feet and my arms were waving hard. They couldn’t stop. They needed to see the world. Therefore, in the morning light, they went from clumsy to easy to handle, then, the center of gravity of the body begins to sway freely. The cold iron ware is stained with the warmth of sunshine. In the morning, the heat in the cold sucked the unknown cold of the night into the bone marrow. The sunshine is approaching, and the countryside is in the sunshine, which is covered by the tall buildings of the city. The countryside returned to its embarrassing situation. Strange gone. In familiarity, accept the conversion of roles and light and shadow. A beam of light hit on the low trimmed and well-behaved Bush, revealing artificial marks, stiff and stiff. The essential difference between cities and villages is that they refuse the freedom of nature, but let the city interpret the so-called civilization in all the carvings. I was tied up by the city, but at this moment, I was different from all the city people. I returned to the city from the countryside. For so many years, I am not a genuine City man. I live in the city, but I refuse to be close to the city. So I became an awkward middleman, neither a city nor a village, neither a farmer nor a city dweller with a straight waist. Such embarrassment, such me. The peak has passed, and the city lives in the rules. No matter how fashionable it is compared with the countryside, it must abide by its own rules, such as the road at this moment, the scattered vehicles, for example, the quietness in the garden. And at some point of the day, there was a huge crowd and endless noise here. Road also. This rule has been formed, and it has become the scenery of the city. Every morning through the city, there are still sunset. The branches are growing towards the Sun, which is higher than my sight, and keeps the warmth out. There is no cold smell and no temperature. The tall buildings not far away are still in the shadow. Without it, there would be an endless sky in front of me, and it blocked my sight. However, I felt that there was still a level of practical significance in distance. My body wandered on the cold instruments. In time, I was gradually infected by the heat from my body. When I get used to it, it is not a difficult problem, but there is still something higher, waiting time exceeds. Cold, in my body. No sweat seeping. Time is in autumn. When I wanted to breathe, the cold began to approach. Whether, all the losses leave a mark of regret, in time, in time. While the space was changing, My Horizon began to give up the easy-to-reach. When I needed to take a deep breath, I found that the season had come to an end, and I still needed a season of waiting, maybe longer, maybe longer. In autumn, it is sliding to another swamp.

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In the lonely dark night, I shuttled through the corridor of time and space, poured out the desolation of three lives and three lives, poured out the fragrant poems of my whole life silently, and remembered such a beautiful oath of keeping the soul together. Inscriptions leave the sorrow of spring, stick to that eternal memory, and sit and watch the clouds gather together. Thousands of years of Qing Zi Li Ying, engraved in the lovesickness words. Beat the notes of missing. Picking up the colorful memories, holding up the desire hidden deep in the bottom of my heart, singing volumes of deep feelings, weaving a poem, the heaven and the Earth. I woke up in a sleep and looked back overnight. I don’t know how many unknown expectations there are. Thousands of missed times, thousands of expectations, who will understand carefully. Facing the wind to the moon, keeping the persistence alone, passing through the thin desolation and lonely back, writing Chanjuan. Time and fragrance in the past, looking back with deep feelings full of tears, from then on, the soul of heart accompanied you, murmured old tunes every night, and turned around to blurred sight. The heart is silent, the night wind is slowly blowing, the moon is faint, who can still remember the beautiful shadow on the water side, holding the willow and chanting the wind, the fireworks clouds are wandering around the vine. The flowers fall, the piano dyed Qian fingers, the deep autumn sails are over, who passes through the depths of the world of mortals, the wind blows the flowers down, the clouds and smoke remain, who and who have gazed through the screen window to tender feelings, in the unbearable pain, the lights were dim. A paper softly, bearing heart aloes, sad Trinidad Jiangnan, hazy past heart messy. Through time and space, write half a volume of new words. The beauty passing by, leaving glittering glittering and glittering waiting, Haggard became an old word, singing the broken poem lightly. Close your eyes, a story that is as far as near as you are, and when you wake up from a dream, it is fragrant. Seeing the years go with the wind, singing softly like water, singing lightly in silent melancholy, with unspeakable loneliness, thinking out of tune, in the silent night sky, fragrance curling. It has left thousands of years of infatuation, just like this night shadow singing sad songs, leaving the wind, the falling red season after season, and breaking the sadness of season after season. Sitting alone, looking through the world of mortals for several times, only in exchange for looking back after a thousand years, woven a curtain of deep dreams, in disorder of love. Who floats into your dream and becomes a blurred wound in the dim light. In the ancient road of the short Pavilion, I counted the songs of Que and departure, and hated to gather and disperse in a hurry. Who is holding notes. I will play a song of eternal flute for you. With the cold autumn and cold night on the fence, a volume of love language is lingering on the other bank lightly, with clear tears, which makes you sad and beautiful the burning sentences in Tang and Song Poems. The Lost beauty danced with tenderness from generation to generation, cutting sadness and sending incense notes. The sad moon passed down, and dreams burst with new words. The past is full of clouds, feelings and rhythms, and the purple Mo beauty with thousands of Danqing is snatched, just like the lonely fireworks, left in whose heart. If this was a dream, I would rather not wake up than linger around in the dim night, waiting for the moment’s brilliance. I feel disappointed and lonely. Collection how much sadness, followed placid contented, quietly watching sunset 1.1 point broken to, sitting in a window, the heart has unwilling to God begging for a to fulfill. With the faint sigh and all the thoughts broken, can you shake your sleeves as if nothing had happened? In this past year, the shy woman in the world of mortals, strolling with thin steps, with cheerful lightness, indulged herself and described my missing on your delicate eyebrows and eyes. With a lonely note of fragrance and sad fingers, I carved ink-colored light marks on the petals. Looking for a dream, stepping on the graceful and melodious rhythm, it stretches the soft heart of my heart. A name held by a dream, pale and gentle color when looking at each other. The fragrance left when I miss is just a sad music, soft words in the melody, the yearning in the clear eyes, falling in the cold moon shadow, there is a trace of warmth that cannot be abandoned. Cloud Shu cloud roll, shake off a fallen flower heart. Composed into a bustling dream song, flying in the lonely smoke of the sunset, counting every chapter of the sunset, overflowing in shallow and shallow, stranded on the other side of Zimo. At this time, whether you can understand all the words I wrote with tenderness, and those little things about you are my best memories. Love me all my life and sing for you. Woven in the poems of henggu, the affection in the sea of poetry and ink is crazy. -Of-all-temperate. Looking back at the end of the world, the warm fragrance of lovesickness solidifies on the fragrant poetry notes, and bears the gaze. The past is long, and inadvertently, the rain lane full of flowers is floating. Lovesickness, leisure and sorrow, snap to the fleeting years, instantly change vicissitudes. Stir the tenderness in the heart, connect the long and short verses with the most affectionate melody, boat lightly on the sea of heart, and sing the love that has traveled through thousands of years. The rain and smoke in the dusk, ripples the waves of memory, singing the song of silence and beauty, and reading the beautiful memories in those old words. Chanting drunk sentimentally attached, all kinds of sentiments that cannot be abandoned, are stored in the heart without any gap. I am tired and tired, holding a kind of persistence, which rings my charming heart and dances to the world of mortals.

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Happiness is like a button falling under the sofa. You can’t find it even if you concentrate on looking for it. When you forget it, it will roll out by itself. Successful people may not have a glorious past behind them, but people who have no way out can never be underestimated. When you have no way to do it, you will suddenly find that so many roads are waiting for your steps. Because no matter when and where, happiness, joy, happiness, these beautiful elements that can best embody the beauty of the world and the only love of human beings, are not superior. From the material point of view, he may be able to sympathize with their poverty, but you are not qualified to sympathize with his joy. It is your luck to have someone to help you; It is a fair fate to have no one to help you; No one should do anything for you, because life is your own, and you have to be responsible for yourself. We must understand that we should not ask others to be the same as us. Since we are others, we should be really different. We should overcome the desire to dominate, and don’t try to carve others into our appearance. In the process of our choice, we think too much about others’ contribution to us, but don’t think what kind of contribution others need from us. We are often confused about where wisdom comes from, where to go, and how to capture the light of wisdom. How to find the balance we need at the connection point of cost and profit. We are often confused about where people’s power comes from, where to go, and why we often panic in front of the huge market and have no way to observe. A friend is not the one who you say hi to him casually. A friend is a shoulder that you can rely on, and a well that you can rest assured to pour your inner pain into it, it is a huge wave that makes you passionate, a pair of hands that pull you out of darkness and despair, and a close friend is no matter what happens, it will not betray or abandon your alliance. It is a voice that can accurately and loudly call out your name even if everyone forgets you. The most important thing is that a friend is a solid wall and a passionate heart. From the heart of a friend, we can share the greatest love in the world. The most precious thing is that it is easy to have, but most of the time, we ignore its divinity and temperature. Just like the air, losing it, we find that we can’t breathe. We are together not only to embrace, but also to face together. We have been away for a long time. It is time to be together. Those who have too much wealth don’t need too much air and sunshine and pleasant scenery; While those who have no wealth, just give more air and sunshine, give them more natural beauty! Because in this place where everything is measured by money, only these air and sunshine can be detached from money. In my opinion, the most important thing is to know what you want. In fact, when others want something, they have already decided what you want. Don’t think that you are a university professor, because your research is more important; Don’t think that you are a pig killer, so no one will listen to you; Don’t think that you are a student, not qualified to manage social affairs. You don’t talk today, don’t be angry, tomorrow you still have me, and you and my next generation, saying to be the victims and victims of silence. Our biggest enemy in life is the small shortcomings that we ignore. The reason why we are defeated is that our thoughts of light, small and important grow these small defects and shortcomings, which is what we should be vigilant against. People who know less like to talk more; People who know more make them speak less. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have happiness to make others feel more comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you see others get happiness. Life is also happy. When everyone comes to the world, you must find your own position. If your ability is limited, you should accept this fact that you can only be a professional prime minister, a civilian, a relative and friend who guards others’ happiness, then finish it happily, because it is your position. Everyone’s experience is a book. As for good or bad writing, thick and thin writing, wonderful and mediocre writing, it all depends on how you write, and others can’t replace it. Our actions determine that our biggest enemy in life is the small shortcomings that we disdain. The reason why we are defeated is that our thoughts of light, small and important grow these small defects and shortcomings, this is what we should be vigilant against. If the eyes haven’t become like the sun, they can’t see the sun, so does the soul. If they are not beautiful, they can’t see beauty. The more afraid you are to lose, the easier you will lose; The more you want to get, the more you have to let go. It is very difficult to let go, but there is no choice. If the eyes haven’t become like the sun, they can’t see the sun, so does the soul. If they are not beautiful, they can’t see beauty. People are often unreasonable, illogical, self-righteous, no matter how to forgive them. If you are kind-hearted, people may accuse you of ulterior motives, no matter how kind you are. If you succeed, you will win some false friends and some real enemies. You should strive for success anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat. No matter how honest and frank you are. Some people may destroy the things that have been painstakingly created for several years. No matter how hard they try to create. If you find details and happiness, others may envy you, no matter how to enjoy happiness. If you do good things today, people will often forget tomorrow that you should do good deeds and accumulate virtue no matter how. Dedicate to the world your best things, maybe never, no matter how to dedicate to the world your best things.

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